He realized what she was doing, quickly enough. Adapting to your opponent's style was smart, but leaving yourself open was not.

"Just as I thought," he said, weaving between attacks. "This was a waste of time."

No matter how close Stacia watched, she couldn't see him strike. It wasn't a strike done with a mere flesh and blood hand. Jiyu remained in front of her but she still felt something strike her from the side. Looking revealed the faintest trace of an outline of a second person, quickly fading away into nothing. It wasn't even a particularly strong attack, by Jiyu's standards. Probably comparable to what Dantes could manage.